Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Ophelia Blues.

I would have you drape me around your neck,
like a tooth on a chain,
a mounted head on a wall,
with glassine eyes and vacant mouths.

I am Ophelia at your feet

the woman in the pond

flowered deadwood in the stream

a murdered Sybil in the wings

Magdalene without redemption.

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